March 2012
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“You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”
– Hazel Grace Lancaster ( the Fault in our Stars) (via koda-cub)
I just learned so much looking up, "Garden...
VOLUNTEER: a plant that grew by self seeding rather than being planted by you.
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Two talk-
She: how do I look? He: ancient. She: mmm good. I like being closer to ends, anywho. (unravels a ball of string) He: Excuse, you. She: pardon? He: you’re spilling all over the table. She: Oh, my string? He: yourself. She: oh my my my my intestines are sleeping on the table. ( she pats the place on her stomach and emerges, hands bloodied.) She: It’s my hands. ( Waves her fingers...
February 2012
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Impermanence
She was in a swimsuit. Approaching the edges of a meandering dock, in peered over fascination with pond’s fresh water fish. And standing feather’s-length away from the docks edge, she looked out into Ocean’s distant sister. “creeks come from ground’s water leaked, Lakes large, and Ponds ice-over in perfect impermanence. Oceans ease us in all we can’t see- Deep...
And I love the word gingerly because it’s the only word I’ve ever tasted as I say it.
And I held you close, like a handful of strings.
Enjoying/approving/being okay with the sight of yourself, is terribly difficult.
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“I’m like weather.” He said.
No matter how far he stretched the clouds, He could never make the whole world rain.
I am going to try to write a poem/story/something everyday. every single day for a long long time. That way my blog, and my mind will never get too sleepy.
starts tomorrow.
Anonymous asked: your words give me strength.
“Writing does not resurrect. It buries.”
– The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (via thealyssabee)
“Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via nostorybook)
pieces
And slowly the same colors had come to exist in all of us. For, I believe in the things you’d find if you ripped all of us open, and only when we die will we know who had a hand in placing them there. Imagine looking back and being introduced once again to everyone who had a hand in piecing you together. People effect people. And to all those loving and losing, wishing and waiting breathe in a...
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Complex.
She tucked her feet tentatively into a quilt, as candles melted like subtle gaseous miracles in the Breakfast nook. The hint of a hallway dividing her apartment into asleep and awake, was littered with portraits. Those she had covered with cotton cloths, and dish rags, tissue pieces, and dog tags. This tucked in girl knew not of the spite that slept in her fists, so she shattered each one of...
Hard day. In need of something good. Anything good.
Oh kiss me out of the bearded barley, Nightly , beside the green, green grass Swing, swing, swing the spinning step You’ll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
Kiss me- Sixpence none the richer.
Medium white mocha.
After a long day of coffee-shop studying, I made my way back from the bathroom and found a note lying on my coffee shop table titled,
“Girl at Caribou.”
No Kevin, I won’t be adding you on facebook. you’re 21. But the gesture was as sweet as could be.
I’m craving a very good book on a very rainy day.
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Someone.
She’s mourning someone again. I can tell by the way she folds and unfolds her hands. Pressing sweaty palms, in search of who may have held them last. She’s mourning someone again.
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She sleeps.
I woke up in a city’s sun-scape. Light erupting through white curtains, as well as us. The air smelled sweet and salty, like a dining room dressed in wreckless breakfast. Wreckless yes, but I didn’t mind. And I made sure he knew that. I propped myself up on the heels of my hands and watched as they steadily sunk into the white feather pillows and throws. An indent of where I’d...
Yes, everything happens for some reason. But I was never reason enough, to happen for you. Yet you took up 444 million poems. And you were reason enough to me, to be written about. Even now.
I want to write an entire book of poems composed only of how it feels to love someone, who doesn’t quite love you back. It would be endless.
“I move through, like trains do.” she said.
Picking her legs up by the knees, and putting them deliberately back down again. ” I know not yet, what’s worth waiting for.”
“Being temporary does not mean being unimportant or meaningless.”
– John Green (via julietsballgown) The Fault in our Stars.
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The way words look.
“So it’s true then. Isn’t it?”
Small boy said this, and clung like a bug to his bed post. Watching as ink seeped steadily out of his notebook onto the floor. The small boy picked up every wrecked up piece of alphabet and taped it to his face. Ink smeared, like jelly across his finger tips, as small boy spelled out “Simple” on his cheeks, “Anguish” on his ankles, and ” Animal” on every last...
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Let me just say..
I recently finished reading, The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. and it really just changed everything for me. Or a lot of things at least. Now I know that sounds real weird.. But it’s the real truth. In an empty suburban Starbucks this girl finished the last 150 pages of this book, and knew in an instant what she wanted to spend the rest of her life doing, and that I suppose is...
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Airfare.
I took bus day-trips to the supermarket. I wanted enough little spit-out-red-machine coupons to fulfill this week’s grocery list, without actually paying a single penny on my part. It was a dream, yes. But I dream big. I spotted a seat in the far right; closest to the window and shuffled my coupons quietly between my fingers. Draping them delicately in between the little spot between your...
I try to remember that moment, when we’re old enough to know we’re going to die. I can’t recall just how young you have to be to be considered old enough to think thoughts like these. Just wondering thoughts. About how everyone tells you not to ” grow up too fast”, yet you only have so much time to write down everything you ever knew and fall in Love.
“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once”
– John Green; The Fault In Our Stars (via christclub)
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Trees too.
I cared about her far too much to hate her. Myself, I mean. I took her hand in my other, For Her’s was mine too. And we held each other. Only my two hands could know what one another was going through. Steadily Growing old. Bodies getting big. Tall, too. Like trees. with leaves, and losing them.
So I’m reading The Fault In Our Stars. And I find it miraculous that adults are still writing about teen love. That early kind of Love; they’re still steadily re-living. If John Green to this a day, a man in his mid-thirties is still writing about young love, it must be pretty incredible.
I’m learning what it means to feel human standing next to you.
We are Young.
So I watched this video of a woman speaking about what babies can, and cannot hear and experience in the womb. Turns out that the mother’s voice is the loudest and most pronounced because of the way her voice resonates through her body, and into the little babe’s ears. I can’t even get over how oddly poetic this is. All I can think about now is how much I will sing when...
“In the blue of your eyes I feel small
I feel big enough to touch a myth”
– Anis Mojgani (via nogginfullofsongs) Brilliant.